savior epic

Chapter 114 No Name
The tavern owner almost fell to the ground, muttering: "Impossible."

However, the soldier had already rushed in front of the man. He grabbed the man's shoulders, looked at each other for a long time, and said with tears: "The consul, it is really the consul, I can't be wrong, I have seen He! Consul, our consul, you are finally back!"

The other soldiers in the tavern stood up one after another, and they looked at the man in unison. Those who had seen the consul compared each other in their memory. Although the eyes and the nose were messy and sloppy, they were very different from the impression in memory. It fits so well.

"Yes, definitely the consul!"

"The consul is our consul!"

"The consul without a name!"

The soldiers confirmed each other, and then rushed to the table like crazy. They were embarrassed to get too close to the man, and almost all crowded around Almin. They surrounded the man, the man they were looking forward to.

Hearing what they said, the tavern owner tremblingly propped up on the counter, staring at the faces of the soldiers for any signs of lying, but there was no sign of lying. The owner was completely flustered in depression.

Lord, who would have thought that this scruffy man was a consul, who would associate this bum-like person with a consul.

"It's really back, our consul!" The soldier added emphasis on "our", this man in his prime, his tears were not well shed.

Almin, who was talking to the man, was stunned on the spot. He opened his mouth wide, feeling incredible that their consul came back and sat in front of him, just like a dream.

"Is that really you, the Consul?" Almin murmured looking at the man.

"I escaped from that battle. I fled into the desert, and now I'm back." Compared to the shock of everyone present, the man calmly picked up his torn clothes to prove that everything he said was true. Authentic and believable.

"Consul, how much suffering you have suffered!" A soldier said excitedly, "tortured you like this!"

"No," the man trembled, "you have experienced far more than me."

Hearing this, the boss stared at him intently.

The tavern was originally lifeless, and even the newly added tables and chairs smelled of decay. These soldiers who wanted to die drunk here, surrounded by everyone, were excited like never before, and they were suddenly aroused.

"This is a tough time," the man said.

When the soldiers heard this, they immediately thought of the city-state assembly and the fact that they were about to accept the surrender, and they lowered their heads a little heavily.

"Consul, some people say that we have actually surrendered." A young soldier said pessimistically.

"As long as we surrender, many people will be enshrined as nobles, and even if they can't, they will be exempted from taxes. That's what those sages said." Another soldier said.

"They are calling for us to surrender every day, saying that losing the Vanguard Corps means that we have lost everything." Almin said.

"Armin, what are you talking about! We still have two legions, more than 4000 people, my youngest son, and me!"

Suddenly, the boss said excitedly, and he slapped the wooden counter vigorously, making it creak.

Men listen to their restless or determined words.

"Then I want to ask you two questions, only two." The man paused, looked around at the soldiers who had been depressed not long ago, and said calmly: "Okay, the first question, how much strength do we have to resist? "

"We still have more than ten castles and an unknown amount of farmland," said a soldier.

"There is also Commander Cassel, Commander Keck, Deputy Commander Kervin, and we have a group of officers." Another soldier said.

The man's eyes swept over everyone, and they all spoke their answers one after another.

"There are still two legions, more than 4000 people!" When the eyes fell on the tavern owner, the latter rushed to say.

Afterwards, the boss knocked on the table, looked into the man's eyes, and said excitedly: "No, there are everyone!"

Hearing the different answers, the man nodded and asked calmly, "If each of you were enshrined as nobles, would you accept surrender?"

The tavern fell into silence.

The soldiers held their breath, which was almost some kind of torture. They looked at each other for a moment, as if confirming each other's eyes.

"No, no!" The boss patted the table and said first.

"why?"

"Because my two sons don't want their friends to be enslaved." The boss said with all his strength, "And I don't want someone's son to be enslaved again."

"I do not accept surrender!" Another soldier shouted: "I used to be a slave, but now I am a citizen!"

"I don't accept it either!" said Armin, who was sitting directly in front of the man. "Our conscience does not allow it, our justice does not allow it, and our Lord does not allow it!"

"I do not accept!"

"No! That will be the same as before."

The man listened to different answers, but all pointed to the same answer.

He stood up slowly.

The eyes of everyone present followed the consul closely, looking at the man who had returned after suffering.

As the man stood up, they couldn't help but lean forward.

"Then come with me, let's go to Kassel," the man said slowly, "Let's go to the city-state assembly."

The expressions of the soldiers were all moved. They leaned towards the man and surrounded all the consuls.They held their breath, and more than 20 expectant eyes looked at the man.

"I'm going to tell those who are going to surrender, those who are going to compromise, I hear you."

The man looked around at the crowd, the faces were either young or old, thin or strong, young and vigorous, or mature and prudent, all of these faces were resolute, and they were also looking at themselves,

"I hear the voice of the people!"

"I heard,"

"Let them hear that the whole nation is calling for liberation!"

The powerful words fell on everyone's heart, like thunder in everyone's ears, and echoed for a long time!

All the people present were trembling with excitement, their voices trembled and they shouted,
"Let them hear it!"

"Let all those who surrender hear!"

"Let the statues and kings, let our enemies hear! Let the old world hear!"

These people surrounded the men and walked out of the tavern.

The crowd was excited and excited, shouting the aggrieved and angry these days.

The boss shouted and followed out for a while, suddenly remembered that he had a tavern, and ran to lock the door in a panic and haste, and then he ran after the crowd.

These more than 20 citizens, regardless of the guards' obstruction, rushed to the street with the consul, and walked towards the castle while shouting the slogans they had heard before the war.

Almost in unison, they shouted desperately at everyone.

"Long live the war!"

"Long live the citizens!"

"Long live liberation!"

"Long live our consul!"

"Long live everything, except surrender!"

The news of the archon's return spread across the streets and alleys in an instant amidst the shouts.

The people in the whole town couldn't believe it at first, and then they saw the man they supported, confirmed each other, compared their memories, and joined the huge crowd. These people shouted together, and their voices shook the world.

One anecdote happened.

A woman summoned up her courage, squeezed her way through the crowd to find the consul, and asked a question that she felt was a bit out of place.

"Is the consul really a consul?"

"It's me." The man nodded, "What's the matter?"

"I want to name my youngest son, Man Yue, the same name as you."

The woman looked a little flustered and excited,
"Consul, do you really have no name?"

"no name."

After finishing speaking, the man thought of the mother who told him to be kind forever, the old Figg who died for him, the steadfast Cassel, the Rebecca who taught him how to read, and the crazy Roman. He thought of comrades like Keck, Colvin, and Abdul, and countless names, and he thought of everyone who suffered.

"Every name."

(End of this chapter)